Chanson

The thing about the thing
we shot down from the roof,
was that the curve of the earth
matched the curve of its tooth.

From the head we made dog food.
From the hooves we made glue.
We took the bile and the backbone,
and from those we made you.

The heart hissed.
The hands curled.
The eyes were all milky,
sightless and pearled.

The brain rotted.
The ribs rang.
And the skull?

The skull sang.
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for Kerry's challenge at Real Toads